The weather was perfect that day. The sky was clear, and the wind gently swayed the leaves. It was an ideal day for a stroll in the park, to bask under the pleasant scenery.
However, instead of a park, the man once again found himself in the emptiness of a graveyard.
He stood before a gravestone, a haughty glint in his eyes. His neatly combed hair added to his composed, handsome appearance. Yet, despite his poised demeanor, there was an unmistakable madness lurking within his gaze—a wild, unrelented spirit who would lash out at any minute.
Smirking down at the grave, he spoke. "How are you doing down there? I bet you're rotting." His voice dripped with arrogance. "My life has been nothing but smooth sailing since you're gone. Oh, and my romance? It's thriving. My girlfriend is officially staying in the country—she wants to take care of me." His lips curled into a self-satisfied smile.
